Okay... my attempts at legal notices... um... story involves intercourse between two consenting adult men. If this is illegal in your parts of the world, you poor thing; if you're not of age to read this, well... how would I know? And lastly, if this kind of story revolts you... HOW THE HELL DID U FIND YOURSELF THIS FAR TO BEGIN WITH!?!?
Hahaha... oh yeah, no copycats. Just ask if you want to reproduce this story in any way... I'm easy going.
By the way, does anybody actually read this part? But wanna say thanks to everyone who took the time to write to me. I took every suggestion and feedback seriously. I look forward to reading about what you think of this segment. Let me know at wai808@yahoo.ca . Thanks, Kai.
AUCTIONED II
Nick sat on the bed debating his options. The sun now poured into the room at full strength, across his body, warming him. He was restless and a bit confused over what happened earlier that morning. He needed to clear his mind.
He went into the closet and rummaged through its contents. Nick found some of Alik's boxers and put them on, along with a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. They were a bit too loose on him, but he refused to walk around in garments designed for the bathroom again. He opted to go barefoot though, because Alik's shoes were two sizes too big for him. His hair was still in disarray but decided to leave it as it is.
Nick ventured out into the hallway and promptly bumped into a middle-aged woman. She carried with her a pile of linen in her arms. Nick guessed her to be the housemaid. Upon seeing him, the woman broke into a quick speech in Arabic and left Nick staring at her with a blank look on his face.
Det clicked her tongue against her cheek. She stood staring up at the young man in front of her. The fool didn't understand a word she said. She sighed when he started to look helpless. Det motioned for him to stay where he was, pointing at his chest and then at the ground. He nodded. Satisfied, she entered the bedroom and dropped the linen on top of the bed.
She returned to find him waiting patiently for her. Det motioned for him to follow her and she took him outside into the backyard. She pointed at the pool and began to pretend to swim. The blond man grinned and said something. Det rewarded him with a toothy smile. "Thank you," she repeated after him. She waved at him and turned to go back into the house.
Nick watched as the woman scuttled away. Then he looked at the pool. The air was already stifling and the water looked cool and promised relief. He stripped off the shirt and dropped his shorts. Clad in only the boxers, Nick dived into the pool. He touched the floor, did a somersault and broke up into the surface, gasping for breath. He whipped his head around and rubbed the water from his face.
The water was refreshing. He started a slow lap around the pool, luxuriously enjoying the feel of the cool water against his skin. Nick dived in again and executed a few more twists and rolls. This time when he broke the surface he found Det moving towards him with a large towel and an anxious look on her face. She motioned for him to get out. Frowning, Nick climbed out and wondered what was wrong.
Det rubbed the towel into his face harshly. He snapped back and grabbed the towel from her. She murmured something apologetically and went to pick up his clothes lying by the side of the pool. Nick finished drying himself off. The wet boxers he wore clung tightly to his body. He jumped when Det started to pull them off. She looked at him, annoyed, exclaiming something to him in a rather lecturing tone. Nick wrapped the towel around his waist and pulled the boxers off from beneath. Det laughed at him and took the boxers away, wringing the water out of them. Nick felt himself turning pink and concentrated on drying off the rest of him.
Det continued to lecture him and he only nodded and made appropriate sounds wherever he found fit. The housemaid seemed to momentarily forget that he didn't understand anything she was saying. She seemed content to have someone to talk to with no interruptions. Det motioned for Nick to hurry up and he quickly pulled on the shorts and shirt she held out for him. Without the boxers, the shorts rode low on his hips.
Nick rubbed the towel into his hair as he followed the housemaid back into the house. Passing by a window, he saw that his hair was bleached even further by the combination of sun and the chlorine from the pool. He hair appeared almost white. When they approached the drawing room, Det took the towel from him and nudged him into the room. She gave him one last worried look and closed the doors behind him.
"Nick, so good to see you again." Nick turned at the sound of the voice. There was a man in a dark suit, lounging on one of the leather chairs, nursing a martini. Nick stared at him warily. The man looked familiar.
Silence crept up between them. Not a word was exchanged as the two men stared at each other, lust in one man's eyes, caution in the other's. The seated man finally sighed. "Please, sit down Nick. You're giving my neck a horrible crick." Nick took the seat opposite of him.
The man cocked his head to one side. "You have no idea who I am," he exclaimed in amazement. Nick lightly shrugged. Granted, the other man was very good-looking. He probably wasn't used to having people forget his name, much less his face. The man chuckled to himself. "There goes the old ego," he replied. He sat up straight. "My name is Kul, we met last night."
Realization dawned on Nick. "Oh, I remember you now. You had dinner here last night. Are you looking for Alik?"
"Yes, when he never showed up to the meeting that was scheduled for this morning, my partners and I began to get concerned. You see, our friend Alik is never late for a meeting, much less not show up for one without any reason. Naturally, I took it upon myself to drive up to check to see if everything is all right."
"He left more than an hour ago."
"Oh, then I must have left just when he departed from here. I might as well wait for him here then. I have a contract that needs his signature." Kul finished the rest of his drink. "How are you enjoying Egypt so far?"
Nick frowned. "I can't say that I am. I haven't really been given the opportunity to do much sightseeing."
"You should have Alik take you out. Have him take you to the nearby Horus temples and shrines. But I don't blame him for wanting to keep you here all to himself. If my companion was as beautiful as you, I wouldn't want any other eyes feasting on him but mine. It's no wonder Alik never showed up for the meeting today. You really must be something in bed to keep him from such an important signing."
Nick stared wide-eyed. "What did you say?" he demanded. He was seething was anger.
Kul gave him a most charming smile. "Your eyes turn the most delightful shade of emerald when you're angry. But please forgive my vulgar words, I've foolishly stepped over delicate boundaries."
Nick grumbled but calmed down. He needed to move around. "Give me you glass, let me refill it for you." He took the martini glass from Kul and proceeded towards the adjoining bar. Nick threw ice and water into the glass and opened up a bottle of gin. "How do you like it?" he asked.
"Stiff," Kul hoarsely whispered against his ear. Nick jumped and found that Kul had silently moved up close behind him. His body was pinned against the counter by the other man's body. He felt a cold object scrape across his cheek. Nick followed it with his eyes and saw that it was a very sharp knife. Kul caressed the blade down the length of his throat. "Finish making the martini. Don't try anything stupid. Do you understand?" Kul pressed the knife against Nick's jaw and pulled it back to show it to him. A thin film of crimson red coated the blade.
Nick swallowed and emptied the cold contents from the glass. As he opened the bottle of gin, he felt one of Kul's hands snake down the front of his body, down his chest, making its way towards the waist of his shorts. While he poured the gin, the hand slipped past the top hem and the fingers ran through his pubic hair, pausing to play and pull at them.
"Don't like underwear I see," Kul remarked playfully. He continued to finger through the hairy mass. "It's so soft," he crooned.
Hands shaking, Nick began to pour vermouth into the glass. By now, the hand had encircled his hard cock and Kul was grinding his own hips against Nick's butt. Groaning, Nick managed to give the drink a whirl and throw in an olive. "It's finished," he mumbled.
"No, not quite," Kul growled. The hand around his cock was gone and Nick felt the man behind him rifling through his suit pockets. "Don't move," Kul warned.
Nick froze in place at the warning. He felt a small prick at the back of his neck and gasped. He turned around when Kul let him go and he stared in horror at the empty hypodermic that the man held in his hand. Nick rubbed at the spot where he was injected. "What did you put in me?" he demanded.
"Diluted amytal. You'll be fine in a few hours." Kul threw the syringe into a bin and picked up the freshly made cocktail. He watched Nick as his eyes slowly glazed over and his body grow limp.
Nick couldn't find his sense of balance and felt very tired. His vision blurred and his head started to ache, not from pain but from his sudden lack of focus. He stared at Kul, but the man looked more like a dark fuzzy blob at the moment. Nick extended his arm towards him but contacted empty air instead of bodily flesh. He fell face first towards the ground. He heard soft laughter. Then two firm hands picked him up from under his arms and placed him over the armrest of a leather seat. He laid his head against the soft cushion.
Pillow... sleep... Nick stretched and tried to pull the rest of him onto the couch. But the hands had a firm grip on his hips and pulled him back to his original position.
Kul pulled Nick's shirt over his head, just enough to keep the man's arms up, parallel to each other. He stroked Nick's back muscles, easing him into a deeper sedative state. Kul took off his own jacket, pulled off his tie and stripped off his shirt. Reaching down, he undid his leather belt and unzipped his pants, letting them drop to his feet. Stepping out of them, he kicked the pile of clothes at his feet aside. He slowly massaged his rock hard cock through his jock, moaning at the sight of Nick, lying passively over the seat, arms pinned up by the t-shirt, cute butt sticking up into the air. Kul reached over and undid the buttons of Nick's shorts, also letting them drop. His cock twitched furiously at the sight before him.
Nudging Nick's legs apart, Kul stuck his nose into the ball-sac and nuzzled against the soft, velvety skin. He took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of musk, sweat, and chlorine. He tongued along Nick's ass cleft and twirled it around the hole. Kul sat back and studied it. He saw that it was a bit pink and slightly swollen looking.
"I see that Alik has been through here already, and not too long ago either." Kul heard Nick mumble something incoherently.
Nick sighed when he felt something probing at his asshole. A slender object was inserted and rubbed pleasantly along the walls of his canal. He gasped and squirmed when it brushed across his prostate.
"Found it," Kul exclaimed smugly. "Like my finger do you? Do you like how my finger located your pleasure spot? Do you want my finger to brush it again?" Nick gasped when it did. "Let's see what two fingers can do," Kul said. Nick moaned as another finger was inserted and the two alternately rubbed against his prostate. "Ooh, you really like this don't you?"
Nick rocked his hips towards the fingers, trying to get them deeper through his sphincter. Upon doing this, he found that he was able to rub his hard cock against the leather material of the couch.
"Let's try an even bigger finger now," he heard Kul say. The fingers were taken away and a much larger object was placed at the entrance of his asshole. It wiggled a bit against the surrounding flesh, sending tremors of ecstasy down along Nick's spine. However, he tried to resist the incoming assault, but his sphincter muscles were still sore and exhausted from that morning's work-over. Kul slid his cock in with little effort, expelling a loud cry from Nick.
"Oh baby, you feel so damn good," Kul hissed through his teeth. Without missing a beat, he furiously pounded his cock hard into Nick's ass. Their ball-sacs slapped against each other's, skin contacting skin. It was like having his dick slide through a hot furnace. Nick groaned loudly, half from pain, half from pleasure. He couldn't see how large Kul's dick was, but he was pretty sure that it matched Alik's in length. However, it did feel thinner in diameter.
The pumping continued and what little pain Nick still felt was soon overcome by the feeling of bliss and rapture. He was sighing and moaning uncontrollably now.
"Oh, Alik," he cried. Kul's eyes, which he had closed, snapped wide open at the sound. Riled, he fucked Nick's ass even harder, slamming his cock in, deeply impaling the man. This made Nick cry even louder. "Alik, God Alik..."
Dali looked out the passenger side window as the white luxury sedan pulled up beside the bronze Mercedes. "Oh good, Kul is still here," he said. The elder man looked back at the other occupants riding with him. Mohal continued to leaf through the papers he was holding and Alik sat motionless, eyes staring hard outside the window as well. The amber within glowered brightly at the sight of the other car.
"Dali, I'm sure I gave the contract to Kul," Mohal muttered. "I don't have it here."
"There's only one way to find out," Dali sighed. He let himself out of the car and waited for the other men to follow suit. Together they walked into towards the front entrance when a distressed looking woman burst through the doors and ran for Alik.
"Master, please hurry," Det cried. "I didn't want to... but he had a knife, and now the foreigner is inside with that man..." she stammered in broken Arabic. Alik held her firmly by the shoulders and gave her a good shake.
"Woman, what are you ranting over? Slow down and get some sense into you." Alik frowned even more when Det pulled him by the arm and tugged him inside. Mohal and Dali followed, curious and intrigued. "Det, I demand to know why you are acting like a possessed wench in front of company." He froze in place when he heard the cry. It sounded like his name.
He shook the babbling woman off of his arm and followed the sound of the cry. When he realized that it was Nick calling for him, he quickened his pace. The other two Egyptians were close at his heels. The cry was coming from inside the drawing room. When he threw the doors opened, his eyes widened at the scene before him. He heard the other two men behind him gasp in horror.
His beautiful Nikkos lay draped over the leather couch; a blue T-shirt wrapped around his head and arms, the rest of his body naked. His veins turned cold at the sight of his would-be-business partner driving his dick hard into the precious orifice that he had taken himself mere hours ago.
At the sound of their arrival, Kul looked over and gave Alik a crazy grin. He plummeted his cock into Nick one last time and let out a lusty groan as he pumped spray after spray of his white milk into Nick's passageway. It seemed like he could cum forever. He took in the look of blind fury on Alik's face and pulled his dick out of Nick with a plop. Kul picked up the shorts from around Nick's feet and started to clean himself off with them. He regarded Alik and chose his words carefully. "He's incredible," he smiled.
"Kul, what in the name of Ra possessed you?" Mohal shrieked. "What do you have to say to save your worthless self?"
Kul shrugged. "Is it not Egyptian custom to share?" He started to dress himself. Nick lay exactly where he left him, not moving. "I found myself waiting for the Greek and decided to make myself at home."
Alik went towards Nick and pulled the shirt the rest of the way off, using it to cover the man up. He gently turned him over and pulled him into his arms. "Nikkos, look at me." Nick sighed, but otherwise didn't move. Alik pried his eyelids open and found them glazed, the pupils dilated. Lightly, he traced along the fine cut at his jaw. Blood smeared across his finger. "What have you done with him?" he demanded.
"I injected him with a mild sedative. He should be fine and ready for you in another hour or two." Kul adjusted his silk tie, looking bored.
"I think I'm going to be ill," Dali said quietly. He went over to the phone and made a call to the authorities.
"Are you calling the police?" Kul asked incredulously.
"What the hell do you think?" Mohal exclaimed. "You drugged and raped another man. You seriously didn't think that we were just gonna sit around and let you go about as you please again did you?"
Alik glared up. "Again?" he snarled. He slowly stood up and turned at Kul. "You've done this before? I've been dealing business with a fucking rapist?!"
Kul regarded him warily. He cleared his throat nervously and readjusted his tie again. "He's just a fucking slave. What else is he good for? I'm just helping you get your money's worth."
Alik stopped about a foot away from the Egyptian. "I'll let you know when I need your help," he growled. "But since we're in such a generous mood, let me help you out now. You seem to be having trouble with your tie. Allow me." He reached out and grabbed the bottom of Kul's tie with one hand and the knot with the other. Savagely, he pulled in opposing directions.
Eyes bulging, gasping for breath, Kul began to claw at his wrists. Alik roughly dragged the man across the room, never once easing his grip. Kul had no choice but to be dragged or risk having his head dismembered. Alik threw the man against the bar counter. Kul moaned in pain as the sharp edge stabbed into the side of his ribs.
The knife lay forgotten on the counter, beside the empty martini glass. Alik detected it and picked it up, examining it. The coating of blood had dried up and lost its shine. "You like to cut others I see. Here, let me help you get your money's worth on this knife. Let's see what we can't do to your pretty face," he growled. Alik ran the edge of the blade against the side of the man's face, from the cheekbone down to the jawline. A thin scarlet line trailed its path, and little droplets of bright red exploded from it. Alik placed the end of the knife at Kul's mouth. "Lick it," he ordered.
Kul hesitantly opened his mouth and took the blade in. He let out a cry as he felt a sharp pain on his tongue. Then he tasted salt and copper. When Alik withdrew the knife, Kul saw that it was now completely covered in blood. Kul snapped his mouth shut and sucked at his tongue, swallowing down his own blood. "You're fucking mad," he sputtered.
Alik pulled the tie up sharply. Kul choked again and struggled for air. "Yeah, fucking mad that I'm not going to be able to kill you." He paused and heard a faint siren off in the background. The sound got louder as it approached the property. Alik gave the tie one more fierce jerk and then yanked it to his feet, taking the strangulated man down to the floor. Kul lay in a pathetic heap, trying to loosen the material around his neck. "I'm done playing with you," Alik scowled. "I'll let the inmates at the compound finish you of."
Nick woke up and found himself submerged up to his chest in warm water. His head felt heavy and clogged. He tried to remember how he got here. In a flash, it all came to him and he started to stand up when Alik walked into the room.
"Alik, Kul was here. He..."
"Shh." Alik gave him a light kiss on the lips. "He's been taken away by the police. The next time you see him he will be wearing dark blue coveralls cleaning the graffiti and gum wads off your beloved pyramid displays."
"I couldn't do anything, I feel so violated," Nick whispered.
Alik regarded him sadly. "I take all responsibility. If I had let you go to begin with when you tried to talk some sense into me, you wouldn't have had to go through any of this. That's why I've decided to offer you your freedom." He pulled out an envelope from his pocket. "There's a first-class ticket for a direct flight to Vancouver in here. I've also had Yuri set up an account for you for tuition so that you may go to school and study your Egyptian ideals." He placed the envelope near the edge of the bathtub.
Nick stared at Alik in disbelief. "Just like that? You're going to let me go just like that? I can't believe you."
Alik looked at him, confused. "Isn't this what you wanted?"
"Well, yes, no... I don't know." Nick stared down at the water. "This is all new to me, you are new to me. Maybe I've changed my mind, maybe I didn't. I don't know. But I do know that I'm not ready to leave now. What IF I want to stay?"
"But of course. I have no way of forcing you out of this country. You're free to leave when you're ready. The validity of that ticket is indefinite."
"What if I want to stay here with you?" Nick looked into Alik's eyes, his own full of emotion, exposing everything for the other to see.
"I'd say I don't deserve it and I'd say I would be waking up from this dream any minute now."
Nick reached up for Alik and pulled his head towards him. He gave him a long kiss and threaded his fingers through the dark hair. "If this is a dream, never wake up."
Alik pulled Nick close to him, holding him tight. "Trust me, I may never open my eyes again. I was so scared for you today, Nick. I nearly lost my control when I saw what that bastard did to you."
Nick placed soft kisses all around Alik's face. "I'm okay now. What's been done has been done, it's time to move on. And I want to stay and see what happens. Who knows... maybe I will fly back to Vancouver in two weeks, maybe next year, maybe never; but I want to give this a chance. Besides, what better place to learn Egyptology then in Egypt herself?"
Alik grinned. "Anything you say."
Nick wrinkled his nose. "In that case, you need to take a bath yourself. You stink." Alik chuckled and began to strip right there in front of him. Nick sat back and leaned against the side of the tub to enjoy the view. When Alik stood up to his full 6'2" with his 9" hard cock waving around in front, Nick sucked in his breath. His eyes traveled along the well-sculpted muscles on his perfect body. He realized how Michelangelo must've felt when he had David model for him.
His own cock began to harden and he ran his tongue along his lips. He wanted a taste of the cock that was moving before his eyes. Hypnotized, he followed the direction of movement of the swollen organ. Nick beckoned for Alik to come closer. When the tip of Alik's cock touched his lips, Nick slid his tongue out and across the slit. Alik moaned softly.
Encouraged, Nick engulfed the huge head, swirling his tongue around the glans. He's never sucked cock before and decided that he liked having one in his mouth. It was warm and firm, yet velvety and soft. Precum leaked through the slit and Nick eagerly lapped at it, tasting the saltiness. He tried to swallow down more of the monstrous cock but ended up gagging at his over-zealousness. When he looked down, he saw that he only managed to get the head and but a few inches of shaft into his mouth.
Alik stroked his hair and slowly pumped his cock in and out of Nick's warm mouth. "Take it easy, Nikkos. Nobody gets it all in on their first try. It takes practice."
Nick grunted and continued to suck at the large piece of flesh in his mouth. He pumped the remainder of the shaft with one hand and weighed Alik's ball-sac in the other. Gently he began to massage the bundle and Alik spread his legs further apart. The Greek leaned his head back, breathing heavily, and lightly pulled at the blond hair of the man before him. Nick started a slow grind against the bathtub, rubbing his cock across the ceramic. The warm water sloshed about between his legs.
"Oh Nikkos," Alik moaned. "I'm gonna blow..." Nick responded by quickening his pace with his mouth and hands. His tongue swirled like a tornado around the cockhead. When he felt the balls in his hand tighten and his hair being pulled painfully from their roots, he prepared himself for the load he was about to receive.
The first load was as violent as the cry that escaped from Alik's mouth. The hot liquid shot pass his tongue, right through his throat, with Nick swallowing it down so fast he didn't get a chance to taste any of it. As his mouth continued to milk more cum out of Alik, the flow gradually slowed down enough so that Nick was able to savor his first taste of cum. It was tangy and salty, with a peppery essence mingling about. This was what Alik tasted like.
Nick continued to lap at the softening cock. He protested as Alik started to pull out of his mouth.
"Don't look so sad," Alik chided. He stepped into the water and pulled Nick up against him. He gave him a quick kiss and wrapped his hand around the wet cock, throbbing with need. Nick grinded his hips into the enclosed hand. Then with his other hand, Alik guided Nick down onto the tiled surface that surrounded the jacuzzi. He laid Nick on his back, his legs still suspended over the tub, and Alik settled himself between the two muscular legs, kneeling in the water. He picked them up and draped them over his shoulders, causing Nick to arch his back. Alik smoothed his hands over the sculpted abdomen before him and focussed in on the cock at perfect eye level.
In one swift swoop, Alik engulfed the entire length of Nick, right down to the base. The soft pubic hair brushed across his nose and he inhaled deeply, smelling the scent that belonged only to Nick.
Nick gasped as he felt his dick enter the silky tunnel that was Alik's throat. As a warm tongue played around the sensitive underside of his penis, Nick started to buck and arch his back further. He thought that his cock might simply explode right there and then. As Alik continued his maddening work on his organ, a bolt of energy shot down Nick's spine, creating a churning within his balls. He could feel the contents inside crash against the surrounding flesh before finding its way through his piss tube and expelling out and into Alik's mouth.
He cried in ecstasy as the milking continued and at last he fell back onto the tiles, body limp and weak. Alik sucked him dry before pulling back. He studied the ball-sac, which covered over Nick's asshole. Spreading the smooth cheeks apart, Alik nudged the sac out of the way with his nose and began to gnaw and tongue at the puckered skin around the anus. Nick melted and his toes curled tightly.
"Oh, Alik... that feels sooo good..."
Alik grunted and gave the crevice one last slurp. His own cock was hard again and he wanted very badly to bury it into Nick's tight hole. He pulled Nick up hugged him close as he settled himself comfortably in the water. Then he leaned his back against the side of the tub and had Nick straddle him, knees resting on either side of his hips. Nick sat back and steadied himself by placing his hands at the edges of the jacuzzi. His pulsing asshole stayed poised just over the tip of Alik's cock, barely brushing it.
Alik thrust his hips upwards, pushing his cockhead through the tight entrance. Then Nick's arms crumpled, causing him to drop the rest of the way, down into Alik's hips. Both men groaned at the impact and the water came to overflow out of the tub. The white envelope lying by the edge of the tiles swept away with the water, onto the floor.
Firm hands holding Nick at the hips, Alik helped him pump his ass up and down his cock. The water aided their movements, as well as seep up into Nick, lubricating their lovemaking. The sensations were intense and out of this world; the water around them continued to splash wildly, up the sides of the tub and onto the tiles and floor.
Alik heard Nick cry out his name in fervor. He looked up into the face of the man he was sharing this passionate affair with. The raw emotion he saw displayed took his breath away. "Nick," he whispered. He grabbed the back of Nick's neck and pulled him in, giving him a fierce kiss, fucking his mouth with his tongue as he was fucking his asshole with his penis.
Nick's body was one great bundle of sexual energy, ready to explode. He couldn't remember when he had ever experienced such pleasure before this, marveling at what Alik was doing to his every orifice. The pounding at his ass increased and Alik suddenly broke the kiss, snapped his head back and rolled his eyes heavenward.
"Nick!" Alik's rhythm became jerky and erratic. Nick knew that Alik had reached his orgasmic climax as he felt a hot current flow through his insides. He responded by reaching his climax as well, cum spraying out of the end of his dick, shooting out of the water and all over his chest. Some pearly white droplets fell back to the surface of the water, spreading out thinly and becoming opaque.
Nick dropped himself onto Alik and both men lay still, panting heavily and regaining full consciousness. Nick nuzzled at Alik's neck playfully; licking at the sweat that had formed. He trailed his tongue up the throat to his earlobe. Gently, he sucked and nibbled at it. Alik turned his head and looked at him in amazement.
"So soon, Nikkos?" he asked.
Nick grinned. "Too soon for you?" He sat back and started a slow grind with his hips, up and down the length of Alik's cock. "I can stop if you want me to."
Alik laughed. His dick began to harden at the languid stroking. "No, no... I wouldn't be letting you perform your job properly if I was to stop you."
Nick increased the tempo. "Sit back and enjoy the ride," he whispered.
Water fell out of the tub, creating giant pools all along the tiled floor. On the steps, which adjoined the jacuzzi to the ground, lay a forgotten white envelope, soaked through. The ticket, which it held, was visible through the thin sheet of paper. Eventually, the colourful ink on the stub began to run together, creating a psychedelic pattern.
And more water continued to fall...
Well, this was originally the end of this story. But I'd like to develop this story further and I welcome all suggestions. Oh, since part III will be from scratch, expect a longer wait for it...hahaha =P